Chapter 1305 Imperial Government and Compromise (Part 1)

If you ask a girl in the 21st century whether you like boys to shave or grow beards, most of them think that shaving will make them look fresher. If you don’t take care of your beard carefully, you will look sloppy on the street.

Some homeless people don't shave.

But if the beard is taken care of carefully, it will look very stylish. At least Georgiana is not so difficult to accept men with beards.

Severus didn't grow a beard or take care of his hair. All this was to save time and do something he felt was important.

The peacock Malfoy doesn't stay either, but that's because he wants to maintain his handsome appearance. Although he doesn't spend as much time dressing up as Narcissa, he definitely spends much more time than ordinary men.

Just for fun, she shaved Severus once, but it wasn't a good shave. He didn't shave himself again. Later, she was very self-aware and stopped shaving him.

It was something that seemed simple but was actually very difficult to do. She would rather choose a magic razor to give to Severus as a birthday present.

Now Napoleoni asked her to shave him as a birthday present. The straight-handled razor in her hand was so sharp that she could easily cut his throat.

But her eyes were like a mirror, reflecting his face, which had almost nothing to do with words like majestic and mighty. If he appeared on the university campus, others would regard him as a student or a teaching assistant. Absolutely not.

Connect him with the word emperor, which represents the feudal oppressive ruler.

His eyes were like picture frames, with only her shadow inside.

She has always believed that the definition of masculine charm has nothing to do with appearances. The nobles of the Bourbon royal family not only shaved their faces cleanly, but also had the habit of applying powder.

Bonaparte was the same as them before he gained power, but he was always not good enough and probably was ridiculed a lot. Later on when he went on an expedition to Italy, he was simply not good enough.

However, he still kept his dressing case, which contained his shaving supplies. She had to wash his face with soap first to soften the beard, and then shave in the direction of the beard growth.

The force of the hand cannot be heavy or light. If it is too strong, it will scratch his face, and if it is too light, it will not be able to shave cleanly. It is said that someone wrote a booklet specifically for shaving, which contains 48 different techniques for shaving parts of the beard.

She only knows one way, and she seems to be very unfamiliar with it. What if he goes out with an unshaved face?

"How about I help you get the mirror and you do it yourself." She gave up halfway through shaving.

"No." Napoleoni put his arm around her waist and said with a strange smile, "Go on."

"Are you going to spend all your day dressing up? Where's your job?" she threatened. "Do you want to be a pleasure-seeking ruler?"

The ambiguous and tense atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

He forced himself to wake up from the mist caused by the hot water, let her stand up from his lap, and called the valet in angrily.

"I can also help you get the mirror." She protested in a low voice.

"go out!"

So she left his bedroom as proudly as if her prank had succeeded.

More servants meant finding things for them to do. Marie Antoinette had a lot of servants, and God knows how much time she spent on dressing up every day.

She couldn't stand a large group of people surrounding her, each holding only one thing in their hands. That made her feel more uncomfortable than losing her freedom.

There is essentially no difference between retired soldiers wandering on the streets and servants living in exile overseas. They both lack social survival skills. The battlefield and the palace are both very special environments.

The feeling of being able to control other people's life and death at will was wonderful, but she didn't want people to think that those who followed her would end up in a miserable state, with nowhere to go without her and the palace.

She still felt that she should build a greenhouse, but instead of growing roses, there were herbs from all over the world.

This is her job, not to mention that managing a nursery does require a lot of manpower, and improving the soil is not an easy job, so those agriculturists can enter the "harem".

The people who walked out of her were talents that everyone was vying for, just like the servants who had been in the palace, they all became teachers of etiquette.

She was not interested in overly complicated etiquette, but she also felt that it was undignified for people to have no etiquette. Muggles in the 21st century had long stopped kissing the hand. Severus kissed the hand and let him do this.

The ugly guy looked bright in front of the Japanese girl.

She really didn't know whether it was a coincidence or fate. The plant Huangyaozi was also known as "Old Man's Beard", and this medicine was an herbal medicine from the East.

Napoleon said that he often had romantic and epic dreams, and she felt that this dream had that feeling.

Her birthday flower was the Welsh poppy, and the flower language was the flower of heaven. He gave opium wine to the soldiers who suffered from the Black Death, and they eventually died in a heavenly hallucination.

Next to the First Consul's study was Marie Antoinette's small living room. He often stayed there, and the ghost of the beheaded Queen accompanied him. Death can wake up people who are addicted to hallucinations, but is this really the case?

Pomona once despised those nobles who were immersed in fun and enjoyment and did not want to wake up from that illusion. She thought they were like what Plato said who grew up watching the shadows on the cave.

Understand how wonderful the outside world is.

Perhaps this concept needs to be changed. They see a colorful world and are unwilling to go back to the cave to remind the prisoners who are still looking at the shadows.

When she walked to the hall of mirrors, she looked at the woman in the mirror.

Once in the Mirror of Erised, she saw herself standing with a man. Now she was suddenly not sure what that man looked like or how tall he was.

What we ultimately love is our own desires, not the person we love.

As long as he can love her, that person can be anyone.

How could you forget that man who was so good to you after gaining more happiness and satisfaction?

She was ashamed of her happiness at the moment. The youthful beauty that human women longed for was not what she wanted, and she even hid it by drinking Polyjuice Potion.

But without beauty on the outside, men will not pay attention to the inner beauty of a woman.

Maybe there was one, his name was Zhuge Liang, he was also an almost mythical figure in the Eastern world, and he married an ugly wife.

He may be the same wizard as Merlin, but it's a pity that the monarch he serves is really not good. There are too few combinations of wise kings and wise men.

The "Peace of Amiens" was torn up by the British because of the "unprofitable" peace. However, what is the use of keeping peace in this world?

"Miss, we have guests here," Sophie said.

She turned her head and looked at Sophie and the "guest" behind her.

"This is not a guest, Sophie, he is my guardian." Georgiana looked at Bishop Caprara and smiled, "Why are you here so early, father?"

"The First Consul invited me to come, why wouldn't I come?" Caprara said with a smile, "He plans to resume morning prayers?"

"It's because I want to confess." Georgiana said, "There is a chapel here. Let's go there and talk."

"Do you want to have a secret wedding with the Sun King Louis XIV like Madame Maintenon?" Caprara asked.

"No, father, that is definitely the most shameful thing in the world." Georgiana shook her head firmly, "Let's go."

"As long as you really want to repent, it doesn't matter where you repent." Caprara passed Sophie and walked to Georgiana's side. "The difference between you and ordinary women is that we come to you instead of you going to the church to find us.

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"I can't make the sign of the cross."

"I know." Caprara whispered, "You can regard me as your friend."

"I feel happy and shameful now." She almost collapsed and said, "I like my current life very much, but I can't... I want to fight to protect the honor of my husband. I am not afraid of dying in battle. I..."

"You fall in love with two men and want them to live together peacefully, just like a man with multiple wives wants them to live together peacefully for his own sake." Caprara interrupted her. "Peace, Georgiana, you should

Think about peace instead of always thinking about war."

"I hate this!" she gritted her teeth and said furiously.

"Don't refuse God's call." Caprara said. "Do you want to hear me preach?"

"I will read the book myself," she said coldly. "When will the nuns come?"

Caprara laughed.

"what's so funny?"

"Why do you think the Virgin Mary smiled looking at the body of her Son?" Caprara asked.

"Because she feels that she has a brave son and she is proud of him."

"That's why I laugh."

"I haven't done anything to make you proud," she said bitterly.

"This is Europa. Heroes will fight for Helen. I heard that a young man proposed to you yesterday. What do you think, daughter?" Caprara asked like a competent guardian.

She was confused again.

She was like a bad woman who found an excuse to talk about business and called Napoleon here, and then just went on to have a romantic relationship with him, without doing any of the business that she should do.

"Who are you thinking of right now?" Caprara asked.

"Leon," she said.

"Who is Leon?"

"That's what Napoleoni's mother called him."

"I probably know how much you hold in his heart." Caprara said softly, "Do you want Leon to become the King of Sparta or the Prince of Troy?"

She shook her head stubbornly, "The Trojan prince is an incompetent ruler in the eyes of Poseidon. He defected during the Trojan War."

"Daughter, the church does not believe in Poseidon."

"But there is a Trevi Fountain in Rome, and the sculpture in the Trevi Fountain is Poseidon."

"Hahaha." Caprara laughed. "You have never been to Rome, how do you know so much?"

"The wishing fountain is a famous attraction, I've heard about it."

"What about the Pieta? How did you notice she was smiling?"
To be continued...